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“you will meet your prince. but for that to happen... you will have to step down from your royal position to live among the cinders. and you'll endure more suffering than Cinderella did. because your setpmother will be life itself”.

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Hilda huricane - 1998

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Alida morberg , valter skarsgård and gustaf skarsgård in " Gröna lund Park " ( april 29 , 2023 )

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Folks asking for “sources” on the occult themes of “Nosferatu” (2024): there’s a reason the occult is called “the occult”.

My knowledge in these themes is academic (I’m an Art History and Heritage researcher, and what’s considered occult themes are present in many artwork throughout the centuries), but you’ll find that many occult practitioners have the philosophy “we don’t discuss the occult in public”, and creators won’t confirm they are using occult themes nor explaining/identifying what they are. Obviously. Many of these occult themes are only made public knowledge (confirmed) after these creators’ deaths (like with the original 1922 “Nosferatu”). In the meantime, they are only recognized by the knowledgeable in these themes.

In an interview to Script Magazine, Robert Eggers discussed how he started his research for his own version of “Nosferatu”, and he talks about Albin Grau: “I started trying to understand the filmmakers’ intentions and their love for German Romanticism. Albin Grau, the producer, was a practicing occultist and I wanted to understand his views.”

Albin Grau was associated with Aleister Crowley, and even sided with the Thelema occult system during the occult leaders crisis in the early 20th century. It’s not surprising to find Crowley Thelema in Eggers’ “Nosferatu”; Sex Magick (way older than the 19th century, but Crowley developed it, on a philosophical/theorical level); Book of Laws (dove vs. serpent), and Babalon and the Beast; as an homage to Albin Grau occult views.

The “coming of the New Age of Aquarius” was already the occult meaning behind the original 1922 “Nosferatu”, because of Albin Grau (producer and set designer), and even the design of Nosferatu was similar to visual representation of concept of GOTOS of the Fraternitas Saturni (Grau was a part of). GOTOS was the egregore that embodies the collective psychic energy of its members.

If you are familiar with the Thelema and with Aleister Crowley biography, and you see witch/wizard archetypes involved in a Sex Magick ritual which ends with “bringing peace to the land” and the most glorious golden sunrise, you know what this means and what figures these characters are meant to represent. Crowley re-branded himself “the Beast”, and every one of his lovers was the “Scarlet Woman”, the earthly manifestation of Babalon (the sacred consort to the Beast).

There are many clues in the film itself; Ellen is the one who “created” Nosferatu, by resurrecting Orlok at the prologue (“mother of abominations”), and he goes to Wisburg because of her (Goddess of vengeance). You have a man yelling a passage from the “Book of Revelations” (Apocalypse) while the camera lingers on Ellen, returning home with Thomas (Whore of Babylon and her Beast = Babalon and her Beast = Ellen and Orlok), among other things.

“She [Babalon] rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death. In this cup are mingled the elements of the sacrament of the Aeon.” (Aleister Crowley, The Book of Thoth”)

Babalon and the Beast: Ellen and Orlok

“Cup, the Holy Grail”: womb

“Aflame”: Orgasm

“Love and death”: sex with undead Orlok

“Sacrament of the Aeon”: aeon is a spiritual era. In this case, the New Age of Aquarius.

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NOSFERATU (2024), dir. Robert Eggers

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there's such a sad love deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel

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THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA 2004, dir. Joel Schumacher

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The Embrace of Immortality

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: You wake in Count Orlok’s arms, finding comfort in his cold embrace as night begins, bound by eternal love.

The faint scent of aged wood and cool earth filled your senses as you slowly stirred from sleep. 

After the momentary disorientation, you let out a yawn.

The familiar chill of his presence, contrasted by the warmth of the thick woollen blanket wrapped around you, made you feel safe despite the dark. 

Resting against his chest, you could feel the faint, rhythmic rise and fall of it.

His breathing was deep and some would find it disturbing, but not you.

You have grown to love hearing the sounds he made. After all, every morning, you fell asleep to his breathing. 

You shifted slightly, your cheek brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. Although he preferred to sleep naked, often he would wear clothing to shield you from the chill of his skin.

You buried your face into his chest as his arm draped over you tightened instinctively. 

He always held you close, even in sleep, as though afraid that if he loosened his grip for a moment, you might vanish.

The coffin beneath you wasn’t cold or confining as you’d once imagined it would be. 

It had become a place of comfort, where the world’s worries could not reach. It was more like a hidden sanctuary. 

A place where you found peace in the embrace of the one you loved most. 

Above you, the lid remained slightly ajar, letting in the last traces of twilight as the day surrendered to night.

You remember the first time you told him you wished to sleep next to him at all times. It worried him, but he had no desire to sleep without you or defy you of your request.

His suggestion to keep the lid slightly ajar was to keep fresh air coming in for you.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, and you turned your eyes upward to study his face. 

He looked peaceful, his pale skin glowing faintly in the fading light. 

“You’re awake early,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, carrying that accent you loved. 

His eyes opened to meet yours.

A soft smile played on your lips. “I can’t seem to sleep long when I’m with you. It’s as if something always draws me back to you even from sleep.”

His expression remained unemotional for a moment, but you knew him well enough to see the slight warmth behind his eyes. 

Slowly, his hand rose to cup your cheek, his cold fingers brushing against your skin in a gesture both familiar and tender. 

“Perhaps it’s because I cannot bear to let you go, even in sleep.”

You lifted your hand, tangling your fingers in his, holding his hand against your cheek. “And I wouldn’t want you to.”

A silence settled between you, comfortable and unbroken by anything beyond the distant wind that whistled through the high castle walls. 

You noticed the way you instinctively put your blanket around him. You smiled at the memory when he told you how silly and unnecessary it was.

After all, he was a creature of the cold. He didn't need a blanket.

But after a while, he gave up telling you about your strange habit. He found it rather endearing.

It was a way for you to show your love for him.

After a moment, you tilted your head slightly, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. 

“Do you ever regret it?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Living in darkness, tied to someone like me?”

He regarded you in silence, eyes glowing faintly in the night. Then, without a word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, a gesture so simple yet so full of meaning. 

“I regret only the centuries I spent without you,” he replied at last. “You are the warmth I never knew I craved, the light I feared but now cannot live without.”

Despite the cold of the night, despite his unnaturally cool touch, you felt an undeniable warmth spreading through your chest.

“You always know what to say,” you whispered, your eyes closing as you leaned into him. “It’s not fair.”

“Fairness is not something the world ever gave me. But I suppose, for once, I have been given something greater.”

The last of the sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, and as night fully descended, the castle came alive with shadows and whispers of the past. 

The vampire who had once terrified you but now meant everything.

He lifted the lid of the coffin and with his powers moved both of you out of it.

He held your blanket on your shoulders, lighting all the candles with one simple movement, waking the castle fully.

With one last kiss to your lips, you began your night with your Count.

~Masterlist~

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A Wedding Beneath The Moonlight

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: Every girl's dream is to find a man and have the perfect wedding. But everyone has different meanings of perfection.

The night was still, and the air was cold, carrying the soft scent of pine from the nearby forest.

Above you, the full moon cast its glow across the darkened grounds of the ancient castle.

Tonight was the night of your wedding.

You stood alone in one of the upper chambers, looking at yourself in your reflection in a tarnished mirror.

The dress you wore was unlike anything mortal hands could create.

Crafted by Nosferatu himself, he insisted on making your dress.

The dress shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a fabric of deep midnight blue that flowed like a shadow around you.

Tiny silver threads were sewn into the material, resembling stars scattered across a night sky.

The bodice was fitted, embroidered with delicate patterns of ancient symbols, his symbols, while the long sleeves clung to your arms before flaring out at the wrists.

A faint breeze moved through the open window, causing the veil resting on your head to move gently.

It was sheer, as thin as mist, and it framed your face perfectly.

You ran your hands down the length of the dress, your fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

This was the moment you had dreamed of, literally.

The moment you would bind yourself forever to him, the creature who had once been a shadow in the night but had now become the very centre of your world.

There was no priest, no audience. It would be just the two of you and the moon, as it had always been meant to be.

A soft knock echoed through the heavy wooden door, and you turned, your heart quickening.

When the door creaked open, there he stood, your beloved.

His pale skin seemed even more pale beneath the moonlight, his crimson eyes glowing softly as they locked with yours.

He was dressed in a long, dark cloak of velvet, the collar high and stiff, giving him an air of regal elegance. Around his neck hung an ancient pendant, a symbol of his lineage. His heavy breathing filled the room as your heart hammered against your ribs.

“You look…” He paused, his voice low and careful. “You look like the night itself, beautiful and eternal.”

“And you look like my forever.” you offered him a shy smile.

He extended his hand to you, and you took it, his cool fingers wrapping around yours. Together, you descended the winding stone staircase, your footsteps echoing softly in the silence.

The air grew colder as you stepped outside into the courtyard, you shivered slightly under the cold air.

There, beneath the open sky, the ceremony would take place. Just as you wished.

No torches or lanterns, the moon provided all the light you required.

Count Orlok turned to face you, his eyes locking with yours.

He held both your hands in his, and though his touch was cold, it brought you comfort. You could feel the strength in him, the ancient power that moved through his veins, yet there was something else.

A small humanity, only for you, remaining in him alive.

“I have lived for centuries. Through endless nights, I have wandered alone, never imagining that I would find something to make eternity enjoyable. But then I found you. You, who brought light into my darkness. You, who showed me that even a creature of the dark can love. I vow to you, to protect you, to cherish you, to honour you. You are my light, and I will spend eternity by your side.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “And I vow to you, My Count, to stand by your side, through darkness and light. You are my heart, my soul, my love. I choose you, Count Orlok, for all eternity."

Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips, brushing a kiss on your knuckles. His eyes gleamed with something more than love.

“There is only one thing left. A kiss to seal our vows,” he said, his voice a whisper.

With a gentle touch, he cupped your face in his hands. As he leaned in, you closed your eyes, you fully gave yourself to him.

When his lips met yours, it was as if the entire world disappeared, leaving only the two of you, bound together beneath the watchful eyes of the moon.

The kiss was long and lingering, filled with the promise of forever.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes still closed, you smiled up at him, heart full.

“You are my wife now,” he said, his voice soft but filled with possessive pride. “My empress of the night.” He slipped a beautiful gold ring on your finger.

“And you are my husband. My eternal love.” A ring for him too.

As the wind howled with fear. People living close by felt the coldness of the night. The dread. The world was scared.

And while others trembled with fear, under the same moon, Count Orlok and his bride began theirs forever.

~Masterlist~

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From : @mansdotter @alida.morberg

February 1, 2025 .

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I'm so mad I didn't get a photoshoot or an interview with just them or something!

Whyyy? Who stopped them? Was it too much chemistry in the air? Was it too sexy?

I'm maaaaad

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February 1, 2025 , alida morberg .

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February 1, 2025 , alida morberg.

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